The day I trod on a bee
It wasn't a good place to be
He was battered and stuck
To my toe, it was yuck
And extremely unpleasant for me
As I fell to my knees, so did he
Because he was attached you see
He was down on his luck
Because he was stuck
Between a rock and a hard place with me
As my body began a swelling
and the pain was really welling
This poem has become compelling to me
As although he was a dying
He could see I was a crying
he'd had the last laugh on me
Because we were both fighting
It was over in a lightening
As he'd used his sword of Damocles in me.
So the moral of this poem
Is watch where you are going
Or you could end up in the same state as me.
